1: Shit a brick and fuck me with it. You’re never gonna guess who this vehicle is registered to. Jordan Chase.
2: Angel Batista: How much coffee have you had?
Debra Morgan: A metric fuck-ton.
3: Debra Morgan: A baby? A motherfucking rolly-poly, chubby, cheeked, shit machine? Are you kidding me?
Dexter Morgan: I’ve never heard it described in quite those words before, but yeah.
4: Debra Morgan: [sipping her latte] Oh, sweet Mary, mother of fuck, that’s good!
Dexter Morgan: I think you might have broken a commandment somewhere in there.
5: Dexter Morgan: You’ve been benched?
Debra Morgan: Yeah, LaGuerta’s just jealous that the Ice Truck Killer fucked me instead of her.
Dexter Morgan: Wow, you’re chipper.
6: Dexter Morgan: Do you want a hug?
Debra Morgan: Fuck off.
7: Dexter: I remember your first words: shoes. You were very girly once upon a time.
Deb: That’s funny. I always remember my first words as being, ‘Hurry the fuck up.’
8: Deb: Ever hear of a comb? Looks like you have a cat on your head.